Every morning, without fail, I sweep the silk tree droppings from the deck and water the potted plants.
I wipe off the table tops and chairs. Then I open the umbrellas.
One morning as I unfurled this umbrella there was a surprise waiting.
A big bat with a huge wingspan and giant Dracula teeth.
At least that was my perception… as I ran screaming into the house.
Moments later I returned with my trusty broom. I gently lifted one corner of the umbrellas. And found …
… a tiny brown bat that looked to be about 2 inches square.
It appeared to be vibrating.
Gently I swept the broom near the target. It obliged by extending it’s weird webby wing and launching itself.
So again, I ran screaming into the house, certain it was aiming for my hair.
When I returned it was nowhere to be found. Poor thing probably died of a heart attack at the sight of a screaming giant with flailing arms.
So, what did I learn from this?
1) I do not know why God created bats.
2) My overactive imagination is not helpful.
3) Always carry a big broom. Bat check is priority #1.
P.S. I’m also pretty proud of myself as this is the first blog post done entirely on my phone. Including photo. Anxious for the healing of my computer.